Late to the Fight

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Paellon, city on the sea, they called it on the map. Mialee had never been this deep into the south lands, neither had Regdar. The city was a sight to behold, huge spires reaching into the sky, a massive port wall and a deep harbor full of merchant ships, and it would have been an awe inspiring one had it not been scorched and burnt, the walls crumbling, a tower of black smoke rising from its heart, and only the floating remains of derelict ships to greet them.

“I hate arriving late,” Mialee shouted against the wind, swinging her fist in the air.